An Ode to Load of Nanites
Crow went on vacation
To the galactic fair.
Boogied the duration
Then he bought a pair
Of itsy bitsy droids
To cheer him and delight.
Once home they were deployed
And became the ship's 'nanites'
In wandering this burg
Fulfilling mechanical needs,
Running on just an erg,
The work, and fix. And breed!
Wizards at procreation
And humor, well, vaudvillian,
The pair's now an infestation,
And Crow's got 'em by gazillions!
(anthem)
"We live to serve! We've got the nerve!
(unless we're in the john)
We're very tiny, but never whiny!
(no requisition? Hey, we're gone)
We'll engross! We'll diagnose!
(waddaya want *now*, Mike?)
We're energetic! Cybernetic!
(we're also out on strike)."
Ned and Wade and Shiela
Are bosses who lead with ease
You wonder how they conceal a
Whole colony in a sneeze.
Nanites will simplify your task,
They're worth their weight in gold.
But be careful in the way you ask:
They do *exactly* as they're told.
Say, "I wish you would"
Will get you timber by the scores.
And saying "Oh, that is great!"
And you'll have perforated floors.
Never say "Outta sight",
They'll eliminate a star
Or constellation. It's quite
Better to be precise, by far.
Deep in SOL they're squirreled
By rank, platoon; indexed.
But watch were you sit, in this world
You never know where they'll turn up next........